Other sundry driftwood.
A single sandal, men's size 12..
A 20-foot whip of seaweed with a bulb as a float.
Patches of pebbles washed away leaving only sand.
A portly man who wanted a tour.
Forts made with driftwood.
Wind battered houses.
Another island. Another island. Another island.
A pirate ship. A skull and crossbones. A small cannon. A poop deck. A prow.
A "Play at your own risk" sign.
Has book tour has gotten lazy? Soft?
Next stop: Sandpoint Idaho Library with LOST HORSE PRESS on July 29th at 7 pm.
See you soon Christine at Lost Horse. There are a whispers that DEVIN BECKER winner of the A. Poulin Jr Poetry Prize-- might be joining me there as a surprise reader.